[Verse 1]
D A
We blew our minds out, the night before
D G
On Mexican lettuce, and cold Lonestar
D A
Now we’re drivin’ to a gig too far
G A D
We can’t help the way that we are
[Verse 2]
D A
Last night we sold out, we had it wired
D G
Tonight we couldn’t get arrested if we set ourselves on fire
D A
Still we’re picking on these guitars
G A D
Brother, we can’t help the way that we are
[Chorus]
G
Well now, can I sing to you the truth about the blues
G D
And the heartache that we all go through?
G
It ain’t the ex-wife or the whiskey, or the life of a gypsy
G A
Just the toll on the souls of me and you
[Post-Chorus]
D A
So now we’re up there, on the stage
D G
Just pickin’ for the wealthy and the minimum wage
D A
And we’d do it for nothin’ or drinks from the bar
G A D
Cause we can’t help the way that we are
[Solo]
D A D G
D A
G A D
[Chorus]
G
Can I sing to you the truth about the blues
G D
And the heartache that we all go through?
G
It ain’t the ex-wife or the whiskey, or the life of a gypsy
G A
Just the toll on the souls of me and you
[Post-Chorus]
D A
So now we’re up there, on the stage
D G
Just pickin’ for the wealthy and the minimum wage
D A
And we’d do it for nothin’ or drinks from the bar
G A D
Cause we can’t help the way that we are
[Outro]
G A D
Well, we can’t help the way that we are
G A G
Brother, we can’t help the way that we are
D